Chapter Seventy-Six: My Year

Otaku = rotten girl This is a theorem, and otaku = is a high probability.

What kind of person is Li Shungui?,It's a senior otaku.,Diving sister in the corrupt world.,I've read countless fan CP book comics.,After being brainwashed by the second dimension.,It's not easy to find a man like Wang Luo in the third dimension.。

Seo Hyun asked Lee Soon-gyu what he thought of gay.

Li Shungui paused for a moment, lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge to suppress the shock, and then looked at Xu Xian who was shining in his eyes again, "Are you serious?" ”

Xu Xian nodded, propped his elbows on the table, and nodded earnestly with his chin propped up.

"Let's put it this way, the good-looking ones are called gay, and the ugly ones are called perverts, and that's my opinion." Lee Soon-gyu thought about it for a while and chose a more appropriate word.

"Sister, how can you judge people by their appearance." Xu Xian frowned.

"Zheng Ronghe and sweet potato, who do you choose?" Lee Soon-gyu opened his mouth and smiled slyly.

Xu Xian blinked silently, "I choose sweet potatoes." ”

"I feel sorry for Rong and three seconds." Lee Soon-gyu sighed, dug a big mouthful and put it in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks and laughing, "Why did you suddenly ask this?" Do you see some in the company? ”

"Company?" Xu Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Sister also knows?" ”

"Of course, I heard the wind when he debuted." Lee Soon-gyu smiled mysteriously, "And, ah, I've also met his boyfriend." ”

Xu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Lee Soon-gyu shouldn't have known the cruel fact that Wang Luo was gay, but a trace of gossip was hooked up again, "What did my sister say?" Debut artist, our company? ”

Lee Soon-gyu nodded, "I'm very familiar with you, I've filmed MVs." ”

Xu Xian frowned, and a face flashed in his mind, "Bian Boxian? ”

"You think it's him, too?" Lee Soon-gyu licked the corners of his mouth.

"I just think he's a little squeamish." Xu Xian pinned his long hair behind his ears, "Okay, sister, don't gossip about me, I'll go take a bath." ”

"It's boring." Lee Soon-gyu pursed his lips and looked at the porridge in the bowl, revealing a big smile.

It's all mine! ~……

Wang Luo got out of the apartment, the sun was very strong today, it was a rare good weather, tightened the down jacket on his body, and Wang Luo walked towards the bus stop.

Today is a little later than usual, and the bus stop is already crowded.

Striving to break through the encirclement, Wang Luo successfully squeezed onto the bus, listening to the chaotic sound in his ears, the corner of Wang Luo's mouth hidden under the mask showed a smile.

The panic in my heart gradually dissipated as the bus shook.

That's my life.

Wang Luo squinted his eyes and said to himself in his heart.

After swaying for more than half an hour, Wang Luo got out of the car, there are not many fans in front of the S and M companies today, and they may know that their oppa will not be in the company recently, and that group of fans will not come.

"Yo, boy, I'm a little late today, aren't you afraid of deducting your salary?" The uncle who sold sweet potatoes grinned at Wang Luo from afar with a mouthful of yellow teeth and smiled.

"Who would dare to deduct my salary? Uncle, didn't I tell you, the entire S, M company, no one dares to bow their heads to talk to me, I usually walk sideways, well, this roast is leaking oil, give it to me, save it and throw it away. Wang Luo's eyes were glued to the largest sweet potato and he smiled.

"You, bragging, it's all justified, you look so tall, who can bow your head and talk to you?" The uncle who sold sweet potatoes smiled and wrapped the sweet potato that Wang Luo liked and handed it to Wang Luo.

"How much." Wang Luo pretended to touch his pocket.

"I owe it, I know you must not have any money." Uncle Sweet Potato saw through Wang Luo's small movements at a glance and said with a smile.

"Hehehe, I'm so embarrassed, or let's settle monthly, or quarterly, and double it for you when the time comes." Wang Luo smiled hesitantly, squatting on the side of the road and chatting with Uncle Sweet Potato.

The gossip in this uncle's mouth seems to be endless, and he talks to Wang Luokan every day in different ways, from the business world to the political world, and the beggar to the prime minister, and they all relish and look like it.

Wang Luo did hear a lot of strange and interesting things, Wang Luo likes to listen to stories, especially gossip, because it's funny.

He likes to listen to it, because he thinks that's what life is.

Because he knew that Girls' Generation might come later today, Wang Luo kept talking to the uncle who sold sweet potatoes, and he was not in a hurry.

"Hello, I want these." A voice with a sweet and soft voice but a somewhat cold tone sounded in front of the sweet potato stall.

"Yo, isn't this a little crystal, I haven't been here for a long time." Uncle Sweet Potato got up and looked at the girl in front of the stall wearing a yellow down jacket with a mask and a beanie hat and smiled.

"Hello uncle, long time no see." Zheng Xiujing bowed respectfully to say hello, and her eyes swept over Wang Luo, who was squatting on the ground, slightly startled.

"Boy, bragging every day, do you see it, this is Zheng Xiujing, the most famous idol now, you must not have seen it." Uncle Sweet Potato smiled at Wang Luo while packing Zheng Xiujing.

Zheng Xiujing blinked, glanced at Wang Luo, then lowered her face and snorted lightly.

Because Wang Luo actually threw a flattering look at him, this perverted uncle!

"Yo, my God, what kind of luck did you hit today, you can see Zheng Xiujing." Wang Luo rubbed his hands together and deliberately shouted in a very exaggerated tone.

Zheng Xiujing snorted coldly in her heart.

"You give me some points, just take a look, you still want to touch it." Uncle Sweet Potato kicked Wang Luo.

Wang Luo smiled and continued to talk to Uncle Sweet Potato.

Zheng Xiujing silently took the bag, bowed to the sweet potato uncle after paying, and looked at Wang Luo, who was still bragging, before leaving.

Some don't understand what this man is thinking in his head, squatting outside and bragging to an uncle who sells sweet potatoes, is this kind of unpromising man the type that Sister Song Qian admires?

Zheng Xiujing is a little unconvinced, where can I compare to him?

"Sister, I'm back." Pushing open the door of the practice room, Zheng Xiujing shouted to Song Qian, who was stretching in front of the mirror.

"I'm back, I didn't have any trouble on the way." Song Qian got up, shook her head, the ponytail tied behind her head was scattered like a waterfall, smiled and took the things in Zheng Xiujing's hand and put them on the ground, and then grabbed Zheng Xiujing's cold little hand to help her warm up.

Feeling the softness and temperature of Song Qian's palm, Zheng Xiujing felt a warmth in her heart, "Sister." Zheng Xiujing whispered like a little milk cat.

"Huh?" Song Qian raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Zheng Xiujing's deep dark eyes.

"I'm downstairs, and I've met the king." Zheng Xiujing said softly.

"Really?" Song Qian's big eyes flashed with a hint of surprise: "Really? Where is it? ”

"It's at our sweet potato stall downstairs." Zheng Xiujing looked at Song Qian, who was surprised by her excellent performance, and felt a little uncomfortable, "He's bragging to Uncle Sweet Potato." ”

"Bragging?" Song Qian was slightly stunned, and then smiled with her rosy lips.

While laughing, she took off Zheng Xiujing's down jacket and tweed coat inside, and hugged her soft waist that was only wearing a sweater, "Did you say something funny?" ”

Listening to the smile in Song Qian's tone, Zheng Xiujing frowned, "Funny? It's almost naïve, such a big person, who has nothing to do every day, except for bragging, he is bullying girls. ”

Song Qian blinked, a little strange, "Bullying girls? You say he? ”

"Yes, what I saw with my own eyes seems to be extorting money from Xiuying's sister, but I didn't see it too clearly." Zheng Xiujing finally found an excuse to expose Wang Luo's ugly face, and hurriedly turned around, hugged Song Qian's waist, and pouted to complain.

"Xiuying, senior." Song Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at Zheng Xiujing with a smile, "What did you see?" ”

"I saw him and Sister Xiuying pulling and pulling in the corridor on the third floor, and finally Sister Xiuying took something out of her pocket and threw it into the bag in his hand, as if she was still crying." Zheng Xiujing added oil and vinegar with a serious face.

"Poof." Song Qian laughed, "Xiuying's seniors are crying? Really? ”

"Sister!" Zheng Xiujing shouted a little coquettishly, "This is not the point, it is that Representative Wang who is bullying Sister Xiuying, she is a bad person." ”

"Then your sister Xiuying still invites him to dinner." Song Qian raised her eyebrows, pinched Zheng Xiujing's little face and said dotingly, "Last night, they went to dinner together, as well as my two Huaxia relatives and Jin Junmian." ”

"How do you know?" Zheng Xiujing was a little dumbfounded.

"With Cho Kyuhyun here, I don't know what else is going on with S, M." Song Qian smiled, "You, don't always look at him unpleasantly, actually, he's quite cute." ”

"Cute?" Zheng Xiujing snorted lightly, thinking of Wang Luo's beard, she was a little creepy, "It's terrible, it's almost the same." ”

"By the way, you're really not ready to reconcile with Xiuyan's seniors? It's been almost two weeks, and you're going to cry again and say you miss her. Song Qian pinched Zheng Xiujing's smooth face and quipped.

"Who would think of that dictator." Zheng Xiujing pursed her lips and snorted softly, looking exactly the same as Zheng Xiuyan arrogantly.

"Okay, find a chance, I'll invite you to dinner too, barbecue, okay?" Song Qian hugged Zheng Xiujing and coaxed.

"Okay, look at the roast on the face." Zheng Xiujing nestled in Song Qian's plump and soft chest, smelling the unique fragrance on her body, and her body was a little hot.

When will you understand my true thoughts, my years?